Anakin Is A Crybaby Bitch

For those of you who actually don't want some of the plot ruined for Star Wars III, don't read what I have to say, even though it is funny, sorta. Well, we did get in,but yeah it was packed. I ended up sitting in the 3rd row from the FRONT, but it still wasn't bad. During the movie, me and Mr. Ben Ward and I made fun of pretty much everything. I think there were three or more times where Anakin cried, making him one of the biggest emos I have ever seen. Besides that, the movie was pretty good. The excitement started at the door when we actually saw people dressed as Jedi. What a bunch of fags. I guess that's what you get for living in your moms basement and playing nothing but Dungeons and Dragons all day. After we got in and sat down in the crowded mass of people, some stupid little girl had a lightsaber waving in the row in front of us. I kinda wanted to snap it and see her cry. If you think that's bad, Anakin killed little kids, that's right, he slaughtered little kids. For some reason, Ben and I were cracking up. We are so going to hell when we die. Ben and I proceeded to make fun of Samuel L. Jackson and other stuff. Then Yoda did a little move that was sort of funny, and all of a sudden I hear applause. Yeah, clapping for a movie....Lame. They did it once when the movie started, once with the Yoda scene, and at the end. "I hate society," said Ben, and I sure do agree with him. It's bad enough the place was packed, but there were crying kids and people crying, blah, blah, blah. I wanted to sock someone to make an example that crying bitches doesn't solve anything, it just gets me pissed. So all the stuff I knew happened, and that was the end. I'm gonna go download a bootleg, atleast I can watch it in peace and make jokes.

Cancer: Friend Or Foe?

I don't know about you, but I love cancer. Yup maybe if I'm lucky enough and my grades are good, I can get cancer some day. What kind of cancer would I want you ask? Well, I think I want a big ol' tumor growing right out the side of my head. Yeah, good position and an interesting conversation starter. People are sometimes like "Hey, check out my new (place anything here). Isn't it cool? " Well, I wouldn't have to say shit, it'd would just be like BAM, CANCER! Now there are some people out there who don't like cancer. Everyone knows at least one person who has beaten cancer. Hey, asshole, you're the one who got it, and you beat it? What are you trying to say? When I get something new, I love it and show it off to all my friends, I don't beat it. I wouldn't try and hide it either so know one would know about it. My saying is if you got it, show it. That's just impolite and cruel if you don't. Cancer is a funny little guy though, it has the same characteristics as some people. Benign....Lazy. Malignant...Faster, stronger, and it gets the job done. What the job? Death, duh. It also comes in a variety of sizes, just like people do. I think that's awesome. So kids, live fast, die young, and leave a huge,fat corpse. That's the way to be. So you better get addicted to smoking, dipping, chewing, and snuffing right now if you want that to happen in your lifetime. And don't forget to drain your bank accounts and steal from your parents, that teaches you life skills. Go get 'em, slugger.

Dayville attracts ugly people.

Nothing else to do, so I guess I'll bitch.

I work in Dayville at Beit Bros. I've been working there since about January, and when I first got there, it was a good job I guess, but the pay sucks. Yup...Minimum wage, what a way to live. Anyways, usually we get our share of hotties coming in to buy groceries, but today there were none. I got there at 4 o'clock, and by 4:04, I had my first sighting of what Dayville, CT has to offer. Pink hot pants and a pink shirt....sexy? Almost, that's if it wasn't on a guy who was very, very homosexual. I don't hate the gay population, but if they wear that kind of shit, they should be made fun of. After that person left and I was able to go back into work with no fear of being checked out, I did my job and went outside. It could have only been an hour later at the most when I had yet another trailer trash sighting. It was a big lady sitting on the bench. I don't mean big as in a little chubby, more like pushing 350 lbs. I thought nothing much more then, "DAMMNNNNN this bitch is ugly." but it gets better. After sitting completely still for 5 minutes or so, this lady opened her toothless mouth to mumble strains of incoherent shit that no one could have understood. She went on and on, and from time to time I could pick out pieces of her conversation, like the words "crack", "Son", and "Fucking asshole". Now, if you think she was talking to me, you're wrong, she never even looked at me, just straight ahead, holding a conversation with no one. There wasn't a person within 30 feet of her. If that wasn't weird enough, she then reached into her purse and grabbed a picture. She pointed it out right in front of her to show the imaginary person apparently and then got up and went to the payphone. I was so confused. I had no idea what the fuck just happened and I didn't want to. I told someone inside, and they made her leave. It's Sunday night and I have to be back there for the next three days in a row, God help me.